L-Fudge - Worldwide lyrics

[Mr. 45] Yeh...are you....ready? What, wildout now, uh, yeh come on, what I see you, you see me, what Right here right now, uh, what 4-5, El-Fudge, Joe Buddah what yeh [Verse 1] The best rap star, a.k.a mister Revolver One verse from moi, ya whole game over Roll like Rangeover case over when this thug start Tell it on moi, ya never been raised by proper stars Foolin' yaself tryna claim what's ours I'm international wid magical flows on national radio Jay-Z approved it on Westwood show I'm blessed wid a ear for music, beautiful when I use it Abuse beats for the better the king of this era Anybody'll tell ya, the four fifth's mega Honor celebrity flicks wid glamour kid etcetera Cause I'm in the ghetto wid money, you don't remember I put knots on the map, ya s'posed to show me love Wid grad fore ya get me, yeh I'm that chosen thug I spit on a track flowin' like skatin' on frozen blood Amazin' when I roll a couple a spliffs support on tele Vocabulary photogenic, vision me at the airport wid Morrison Sippin' on some cherry, dip overseas and I'm back in London Thug receive hugs from shows at Ameraconda Gardens V.I.P. suite partyin', I pa** a blunt to Timbaland Introduced to Missy Ellion, top shot I'm minglin' Peeps of the telly an', everybody jinglin', everybody merryin' [Hook] Yeh, what, uh, yeh Come on, what, uh yeh (scracthin' and mixin') [Verse 2] I been around the world and back, and got nuttin' to show for it By now, I thought I would've explode to bits Huh, but it's been much harder I had to run farther away from the throne one accepts upon stardom Lose yaself there, whether you believe it or don't Spendin' nights breathin' in smoke, whether cheeba or dope Then hot break it down to litres of coke Walk through the crowd wid all intentions I'm leavin' wid hoes Seems like a nice way of livin', the stressful have Cause all them jealous cats, ready to test your a** Let's not take it there, I remain cool Learnt how to handle them situations in grade school I paid dues, n***as know that, the name sound familiar From New York to London, when crews talk amongst us It's nothin' but good things Not only the bad stuff is what the hood brings Listen, cats is salivatin' plottin' on eatin' ya meal The four fives carried in our dome keep it concealed Runnin' laps around tracks 'til we bleed from our heels Disregardin' where we grow from we teamin' up still [Hook] (w/variations in mixing and scratching) We worldwide!